A long time ago, when many of you were but a gleam in your father's eye, we had a cat that was addicted to cucumber.
She craved it so much that she would go to the fridge, stand up on her hind legs and scratch at the door till one of us came and got her some.
I say her but I can't remember what it was. Nor can I remember its name or what became of it. And I probably never will.
